Chapter 63

• Day Two
• You wake up, neck stiff from sleeping against the car door, the sun is blindingly bright. You squint over at Jimmy, who hasn’t stopped driving all night, holding your hand over your eyes to block out the sun. He looks rough, to say the least. His clothes that were crisp when you first met him are crinkled, he has stubble on his chin and upper lip, and he looks dead tired. You feel bad for falling asleep when he’s had to stay awake to keep both of you safe.
• He grins at you, his own sleepiness melting away briefly. “Good morning.”